☆Summary: Like a constellation hung from the skies above, he who had once illuminated the lackluster night sky of the bustling city appeared to you like a meteor shower raining upon the pitch black horizon, And just as quick and abrupt as the celestial display had graced its way through the lonely skies above, he left just as suddenly as it had arrived. But you should’ve expected this ill-fated story, a waitress struggling to get by had never been fitting of an heir-to-be CEO. What was written in the stars was written into history, and history is an irrevocable phenomenon that cannot be reversed.
You sip your coffee and shift on the stool underneath
you. The smell of cooking bacon and
fresh brewed coffee is heavy on the air, and draws your eyes back to your
boyfriend’s back in the kitchen in front of you. You lean your elbows on the counter and study
him, still not quite believing what you’re seeing. He’s making breakfast. Bucky Barnes is making you breakfast. It’s so domestic, so unlike him, so goddamn
attractive. You can’t help but
stare. At the way he looks in just a
pair of tight boxers, his back bare. At
the way his metal arm catches the early morning light through the window over
This is a very quick transcription of a basic spirit gratitude ritual that we do here for our companions at MM. Note that this may not work for every entity (some of our darker counterparts have said something along the lines of “Come on, what am I? An Overlord of Cake?” though most get the gesture and that is what matters.)
This is a small dedication ceremony, so the purpose is to give thanks, and to assert (for the first time, or again on an anniversary/birthday, etc) your intentions with them and what you hope the friendship blossoms into.
You can absolutely do your own variation of this, make it into a party, or really make it yours!
What you will need:
Two tealights or small multipurpose candles
Incense or Singular Purpose (Not used elsewhere) Candle
Tea or Wine (Water if you have neither, or milk if you prefer)
Offerings such as Cake, Candy, Crystals, Seeds, Flowers, etc.
A hand-drawn sigil or heart that has been cut out of the original paper or is on a smaller piece of paper.
1. Lay the three vessels out. Two of them are for any food items you may have or wish to share, so if you aren’t sharing, you will not need them both. We usually share, as it feels more communal that way, which is an energy many entities like. This is up to you and your friend! Arrange them in a triangle with one at the top and two diagonally out from either side.
2. Place and arrange any food items or personal offerings on the two plates, serving them first, and then yourself. If you are using gems, or something inedible, you may still do this symbolically if you wish.
3. Place the two candles on either side of the top plate. Welcome your entities forth as you cleanse the space and consecrate it. Take this time to ground and shield so that you are interacting only with the energies you are welcoming into the space.
4. The Dedication - Have the coin, incense or single use candle, cinnamon, and wine/beverage handy. You may change the phrasing if you wish! State “This is my dedication to you, ____. These are the promises I wish to keep to you, as a friend, as a companion, and as a human counterpart. I thank you so much for choosing to stay here with me, and to help me on my Earthly journey. I value you and look forward to growing alongside you. – Insert any personal dedications here-
5. Place the coin on the top plate. Say something along the lines of “Let this coin symbolize the wealth of our friendship, and the richness that comes from having you in my life.
6. Light the candle or incense and place it on the plate. [Dorm folks can use battery candles!] Say something along the lines of “As this flame alights, I thank you for providing a guiding light and inspiration in my life. Let it symbolize the enlightenment that comes from our friendship.
7. Place the cinnamon on the plate. Say something along the lines of “Let this cinnamon represent the grounded, sturdy nature of our friendship, and the sweetness that comes from working with one another.”
8. Place the beverage on the plate. Say something along the lines of “As the river nourishes the earth and allows for growth, so do we inspire growth and enlightenment in one another. Take this libation as my thanks for being a teacher and a friend.”
9. Lastly, place the hand-drawn figure or sigil on the plate. Say something like “Let this sigil represent the time and effort I dedicate to you as you have dedicated to me. This friendship involves work and passion on both parts, and this is my dedication to you that I will do what it takes to show you the love and respect you have shown to me
10. Say any further prayers or dedications, and feel free to bring out tarot cards at this point and allow them to communicate through that or other mediums of scrying or divination. Leave out the offerings as long as you like, bury them in the earth, or consume them if the entity is understanding and if you cannot afford to waste. Know that portions of offerings do not need to be huge, it truly is the thought that counts.
Note that you can also use apps such as Ghost Radar or Echovox if you use those types of programs, as communication seems to pick up at this time.
We like to do this on saturdays and follow it with divination, wine/beer, and treats. You can also do it with other spirit companion friends of yours and bring different entity families together! This may not be the perfect schematic for all spirit families, depending on cultures, needs, and preferences, but hopefully it will give you a good outline!
Too many of our children are not growing up,
They’re growing in;
Instead of becoming engineers and building their future,
They are becoming mathematicians,
Counting calories on scales they can never live up to.
And what do we have to offer them but empty plates?
In open hands We feed them magazines,
Full of images of what they perceive is pretty;
And they will take it,
Their five fingered forks
Filling their empty bellies with dead trees,
Hoping the branches won’t break on the way,
While we cut them down;
Their idols Imposters;
Neon paintings of people who never existed,
Splayed on billboards to be dissected by the masses,
Their holy guts a crucifix to beauty;
And they eat them up,
Getting stuck in their teeth,
Like wish bones that were never whole.
They’re left unfulfilled,
Starving for the next thing,
As we shove packages marked ‘fat free’
Down into their core
And preach epidemics of obesity,
But we never taught them to be full.
We teach them ribs are sexy,
So they count every one,
A notch in their belt;
Hollow cheeks and sunken eyes attractive,
That the gap in their thighs should be wide enough,
To see the girl behind them,
And send them to their Graves early;
Long before they’re dead.
Because being frail means you are a woman;
We made them women before they even knew.
We shamed their bodies with smiles on our faces,
So they wouldn’t know the difference,
And then watched them fade away
Congratulating every pound.
We need to teach them size doesn’t matter;
To wear their joy.
That they are more then three syllables,
Worth more then a 9 letter word;
That every angle and curve is perfect
Because there’s no one in the world like them.
That editing programs do not create people,
And the next time someone makes them feel
less then fucking perfect,
Shove their forks in their faces
And give them something they can chew.
Request: Being the cousin of Ashton Irwin was exciting, especially when invited to their tour to hang out with his best friends. You found yourself becoming fond of Calum Hood, who finds you annoying from your constant appearance. But what would happen if you stopped giving him that attention?
Word Count: 3k+
A/N: Hope you guys enjoy this part as well! let me know what you all think and lets try to get each part to 100 notes, yeah? if they reach 100 notes, I’ll write another part. if they don’t, it’ll just be delayed. xx
Night had finally arrived, and you were quickly settled in. The boys had shown you to your room, which they boasted it to be the largest room of the suite. You removed your day clothes and slipped on some black leggings and a baggy, white t-shirt. You were residing on one of the large couches with Michael while Luke and Ashton were playing ping pong nearby.
A/N: I obviously took some liberties with the storyline, but I tried keeping it as true as possible to the canon history. No beta used this time around, so excuse my mistakes. Summary: It started with a blind date. A date you had skipped out on, but fate had led you right to the man you stood up. Steve Rogers, a man small in stature but big in heart. A chance meeting set everything in motion, but decades later when he is unfrozen, he has been told you have died. But when a mission to retrieve Hydra plans turned up some interesting information, Steve’s left to wonder whether you are still alive. Or is this all just false hope?Part OnePart TwoPart Three Part FourPart Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight
Thank you @juanchachi for requesting!! I changed a few things and I hope you like it!
“What do you mean, ‘I can’t go to the party’? I have attended many of your galas before and I do not understand why I cannot join you to another?” asked Damian.
His father sighed and said, “This is very important for Wayne Enterprises and your brothers are not able to come. They usually are the ones who watch over you during these events, but since thy are not here, you are staying here with Alfred.”
“Why do you keep treating me like a child?!?” Damian shouted.
He grit his teeth and walked away, hoping not to break anything fragile during their fight. He clenched and unclenched his hands while traveling up the stairs. Titus was by his side in an instant and nudged his hand. Damian looked at his companion and smiled. Titus could always calm him down whenever he was in a mood and he was thankful for that. Alfred watched the youngest of the family stomp up the stairs with Titus in tow. He looked over to Bruce and shook his head.
“He needs a companion other than Titus, Master Bruce. Do you think we can contact him and ask to drop her off? They are around the same age and will have to get to know each other eventually.”
“I know. I’m just worried that he will scare her off,” Bruce said.
“If I know Miss (Y/N) correctly, she will be the one who scares him away,” Alfred said with a slight smirk crawling onto his face.
Bruce laughed and shook his head, “I think she has spent too much time with him if she’ll scare Damian. I’ll call him and ask if he can drop her off before patrol before I leave for the party.”
“I’ll go fetch the camera.”
“What do you mean, ‘I have to go spend time with the Demon’? Are you trying to sentence me to death?” you asked your dad.
“I know that he’s a pain in the ass, but you’re gonna have to deal with him until Bruce finishes playing ass-kisser at the party,” your dad said with a gruff voice.
“And what will you be doing while I’m going to the first annual Wayne Hunger Games?” you questioned while folding your arms.
“I could be out there with you and make life so much easier.”
He rolled his eyes and threw you over his shoulders, “You’re going and that’s final. If you even think about escaping the manor Alfred will contact me, and I will drag your sorry ass back there. Do you really want to have a bad first impression?”
You laughed and said, “I’ll give him hell.”
“That’s my girl!!”
Your dad had driven you to the manor on his motorcycle. You had your bag packed with all of the necessities: clothing, weapons, back-up weapons, a taser, two cellphones, random supplies and some books. Isn’t that what everyone needs when seeing a Damian Wayne in the wild??
“Welcome, Miss (Y/N). It’s wonderful to see you again,” Alfred said with his heartwarming smile.
You smiled and ran up to hug him, “It’s nice to see you again too, Alfie.”
He chuckled and waved to your father, who just nodded and drove back to the city. You watched him travel down the road until you could no longer see him. Alfred then guided you through the entrance and into the kitchen where a wonderful aroma was coming from.
“Did you make cookies?” you squealed.
Alfred chuckled and nodded. He grabbed the plate and offered. You grabbed the one on the top and bit into the sugary goodness they call a cookie.
“You gotta give me this recipe. Dad can cook, but he can never replicate your cookies,” you said while grabbing another cookie.
“As long as you don’t give it to Master Grayson I will,” he responded. “Awesome!!” you shouted.
“Who is this Pennyworth?” a voice asked behind you.
You turned around and saw Damian Wayne standing at the entrance of the kitchen with a scowl on his face. You heard a bark and felt something bump into your hip. You looked down and saw a dog nudging you. You smiled and scratched behind his ears. He licked your face and walked to Damian’s side. You laughed and wiped the slobber off of your face with your jacket.
“I’m (Y/N). It’s nice to meet ya,” you said while holding your hand out.
He looked at your hand and walked passed you. You dropped your hand to the side and frowned. You knew that he was a ‘Demon’ from your dad, but you finally get why they call him that.
“Jerk face,” you muttered under your breath while grabbing another cookie.
“I will leave you two alone then,” Alfred said and walked off, abandoning you in the kitchen with an asshole and his adorable dog.
“I hope that father didn’t adopt another sob story,” Damian said.
You whipped your head toward his direction and said, “Excuse me? Listen here you shit stain, your father did not adopt me or pick me off from the streets. I happen to live happily with my badass dad and have respect for those I have around me. Before you say anything from that shitty mouth of yours, how about you stop your judging and actually get to know the person you spoiled ass.”
You grabbed the plate of cookies and walked out of the kitchen. Damian just stood there with a horrified expression painted on his face. He never expected that colorful of a vocabulary from someone his age. Titus nudged his side and walked out of the kitchen. He scowled once again at the thought of you stealing his companion.
Saying you were pissed was an understatement. He did not have the right to assume you were just another sob story that was taken off of the streets by his father. You weren’t trying to overreact, but your anger got the best of you. You sat on the very comfortable and expensive couch in the living room and ate Alfred’s cookies while watching your favorite movie and scratching Titus’ ears and head. He was nuzzled to your side and rested his head on your lap. You wondered how a nice dog could belong to the bag of dicks that was in the other room. “Titus! What are you doing? I hope you are not feeding him those diabetic disks that you call food,” Damian said while walking up to you and Titus.
“Yes. I’m feeding your dog Alfred’s most delicious cookies in the world that I only get to have every few months,” you said sarcastically while returning your attention to the movie.
“Your sarcasm is not appreciated, brat,” he hissed.
“Are we starting the name calling game? I have a lot of great ideas for your names and I don’t think you’ll want to hear most of them,” you said while smirking, “assbutt.”
Damian’s face went from angry to confused. You tried to hold it in, but you bursted out laughing, stood up, and walked to the kitchen to return the plate. Even if Damian is not friendly, he’ll be fun to mess around with until your dad comes to get you.
“Who is this?” Damian asked while holding your locket.
Your eyes widened and raced to take it out of his hands. He held his hand high, but you knew how to win this game. You turned around and walked away, but turned back around and tackled him to the ground. You pried his hand open, took the locket and put it back on your neck.
“You had no right to take this,” you said while leaning up against the counter and shoving another one of Alfred’s cookies in your mouth.
“Who is in the locket?” he asked once again.
“My dead family. You happy now?”
You took another cookie from the second plate and ate it. You didn’t like to talk about your old family because it brought up too many memories.
“What happened?” he asked.
“My parents and siblings were murdered five years ago and my grandfather died due to natural causes a year later.”
“Did they get the murderer?”
“No.” “Why were you talking about your father earlier? I thought you said that he was-”
“My adoptive dad you idjit.”
“I’m sorry that I said those things to you. It was irrational and unfair to you.”
“Apology some-what accepted,” you said while smirking.
“I guess that will suffice. Where did you learn to fight like that?” he asked.
“My grandfather was a boxer and he taught me everything he knew before he passed. I also took many self defense classes because of my parents, but I perfected most of it while I lived on the streets and when I was adopted by my dad,” you said while pulling yourself up on the counter.
“Did you look up to him?”
“Yup. He was my role model and basically took care of me when my parents couldn’t, which was all of the time,” you said while faintly smiling.
“How did you meet your adoptive father?” he asked.
“I busted into his apartment and tried to steal some food. He tried to stop me from leaving and received a fist to the face. If his friend wasn’t there he would’ve been knocked out on the floor with a nasty headache. He gave me some more food while he asked me how long I’ve been on the streets and offered for me to stay awhile. That was about three years ago.”
“Maybe we do have some things in common,” he said.
“Care to explain?”
“I was raised by my mother and grandfather and I looked up to him like you did to your grandfather. Now I live with my father and Alfred. They saved me from a very dark future.”
You nodded, “I guess if I never ran into my dad I would become a criminal and get my ass kicked by you and your father.” Damian’s eyes widened, “You know about that?”
You rolled your eyes, “Of course I do. Do you even know who my dad is?”
You smirked and said, “Better not ruin the surprise then.”
“Miss (Y/N), your father has arrived,” Alfred said.
You smiled while jumping out of the couch and running to the entrance. He was talking with Alfred while you jumped on him and gave him a hug.
“You didn’t miss me too much did ya?” he asked.
“TODD IS YOUR FATHER?!?!”
You looked behind you and saw Damian with a shocked expression on his face. You and your dad laughed.
“Did he do anything?” Jason asked while glancing at Damian.
“Yup but I used by colorful vocabulary and everything turned out well.”
He held out a fist and you bumped it. You let go of him and dropped yourself on the ground.
“Go get your stuff. Roy is at home with a bunch of junk food and over fifty movies, so get your stuff and let’s get out of here.”
You squealed and ran off to the kitchen to grab your bag and pack all of Alfred’s cookies. Jason watched you run out of the room before glaring at Damian.
“If you ever hurt her, physically or mentally, I will kill you slowly and make sure they will never find your body. Not even Bruce will be able to find you. She will be visiting more often due to me being out on missions and you better not do anything again. You got it?” Damian gulped and nodded.
“I got everything!! Let’s go!!” you shouted.
“Bye (Y/N)!” Damian shouted.
“Bye Damian!” you shouted.
Alfred put a hand on Damian’s shoulder and said: “Be thankful she did not overreact when you said all of those things to her. Master Tim was not as lucky as you when he first met her.”
I need a place to hide Kol Mikaelson x reader oneshot
word count: 1886
authors note: I know this is a little different from what I write, but honestly I am a part of so many fandoms It is hard to keep up, and the Originals is one of them and Kol… god I love him. So I hope you like it if, not I had to write it anyways I needed some Kol fluff in my life after watching the Originals in one day. Enjoy :)
request: a couple people wanted a part two of No Angel, and eons ago someone requested “In celebration of you getting trashed last night and Rafa liking your drunk tweet…. a Rafa X reader where reader gets drunk and Rafa takes care of her… like… like sexually if you didn’t get that. and then when they wake up she’s really hungover and he takes care of her but in the fluff way.“
summary: rafa has been ignoring reader after their night together, so reader tries to go out to a party and forget him. it doesn’t work.
a/n: this is the SECOND part of the “no angel” series. it will make sense without the first part but it will make more sense with it. also, briefly want to state (because someone felt the need to scold me about it in my ask box) i don’t endorse student-teacher relationships, and because i’m sure someone will have something to say about it, i also don’t want to encourage you to go to big parties alone and get sloppy drunk with strangers. be safe okay. other than that please enjoy love u bunches. and i still want rafael casal to bone me.
“Good morning,” you shuffle into the kitchen, shooting a sleepy smile at Rafael.
“Morning,” he murmurs, looking up from the stove to beam at you.
Your heart gives a little flutter. His smile is blindingly bright, and looking at him right now feels a lot like looking into the sun.
“I made pancakes,” he says, sliding one onto a plate and offering it to you.
You take the plate and set it down at a placemat, hopping up onto the chair at the counter.
“Thanks,” you fix the hem of the shirt Rafa had given you to wear, straightening it out over the tops of your thighs. “You really didn’t have to do that.”
“I wanted to,” he replies simply, walking up behind you. He leans down and presses a kiss to the top of your head before sitting next to you.
You begin to eat the pancake, letting one of your legs swing back-and-forth gently. The two of you eat in silence for a couple minutes, and you’re grateful. Your mind isn’t exactly the sharpest this soon after waking up.
“I think it’s pretty disrespectful to have sex with someone, talk until you fall asleep holding them, and then not provide them with breakfast in the morning,” Rafael adds, picking up his coffee mug and taking a sip.
“Ah yes. It’s truly a shame not everyone can be as well-mannered as you,” you laugh, setting your fork down on your now empty plate.
“You know,” he peers over at the clock on the microwave. “I don’t have anywhere to be for a couple more hours…”
“Is that so?” You turn toward him, a smirk spreading across your face.
“Do you know what that means?” He smirks back at you, wiggling one eyebrow in your direction.
“Mm,” you hum, rising from the seat. “We can cuddle more?”
“Exactly,” he agrees, nodding.
You giggle, taking one of his hands. “I was kidding, but if you don’t want to have sex again-”
“Oh, I said no such thing,” he reprimands, standing and tugging you toward his bedroom.
That was a week ago. And you hadn’t heard from him since.
description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him had completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts, due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.
The past year and a half was spent trying to recover from
the hurricane that was Jeon Jungkook. He invaded your thoughts like a virus
that wanted to infect everything in its path. He even crept his way into your
dreams, making even the deep realm of sleep a warzone of heartbreak and
emotion. It made sense, he was your everything, so now of course you saw him in
You tried to bury yourself in things like work and school
when he first left, just so your focus wasn’t purely on the giant black hole that
he had left in your life. It wasn’t like you were completely broken by his
leaving, it was more so this tiny weight that he had somehow managed to embed
inside of your chest. You would be doing fine, and then a tiny scrape of cold
metal against your fingertip would send you flying back into the past.
Laying in his bed as you swiped the pad of your thumb across
his lip, catching the edge of the cool metal jewelry protruding from his lip while
he slept. A simple memory that made it hard to breathe once you were reminded
of it, because you knew that it was no longer a possible reality.
Now with all of that being said, the real question is, how
do you get over it? You used to think that there really wasn’t a way to get
around these feelings, so maybe they would eventually just dull with time, or
they could possibly be replaced by gaining feelings for someone else, or maybe
you could simply find someone who masked
Rated: NC-17 For depressing theme, brief suicide ideation, description of anxiety and depression, brief mention of death of a minor character, explicit sexual content, happy ending
Characters: Dean Winchester x Reader (although they are not together at the start of this fic)
Summary: You find yourself being pulled down by anxiety and depression. Usually, you have a good handle on dealing, but today is the anniversary of your twin brother’s death. Dean Winchester is by your side to help.
Words: 6,005… I think
A/N: Basically, this is me venting because I’ve actually being feeling anxious as hell lately. So, this was my way of soothing myself. So I hope this entertains someone out there.
You found yourself staring blankly at the plain, concrete wall in front of you. There were no windows, so you had a hard time placing what time it was or how long you’d been sitting here, petrifying in your own thoughts.
The familiar, uncomfortable rush of nerves itched beneath the surface of your skin as your hands smoothed over the tightness in your arms. Most days you could find a way to move forward, but then there were days like now that had a way of bringing you back down. You were filled with the buzzing energy to do something but you couldn’t focus on just one thing. So it left you feeling lost and fidgety.
Ok so altars are not always easy to make on a budget and I know this from experience. I work part time for minimum wage so I don’t have money for a really fancy altar so here are some tips and ideas.
The Altar Itself: ok so the altar itself is not that difficult, a desk or small table is best but if you don’t have much space for a desk you can clear space on a shelf or dresser. If you need a portable altar, consider a firm shoe box or even an altoid tin (possibilities are endless)
Decor: ok so before you set up the altar you should consider an altar cloth. These are pricy but can easily be made with an old bedsheets or tablecloth or even a curtain. If you can sew, you can even created a pretty personalized one.
With fabric paints or permanent marker, you can decorate the cloth with whatever you see fit (mandalas, the triple goddess symbol, a pentacle, a oujia board, a pendulum board, etc)
Place the following objects on your altar: a candle or two (back corners), incense/sage (right side), an athame (optional, next to incense), a dish or jar of moon water and a dish or jar of earth (left side), a plate for offerings (center), and a chalice (if not available you can bless a wine glass and use that, somewhere near offering plate)
If your altar seems empty, you can fill up space with dried flowers, crystals, a scrying mirror, shells, more candles, anything you feel belongs.
I work at the hut of pizzas and usually with carry out orders we offer paper plates. Totally benign, paper plates. Apparently us offering paper plates is so insulting to soccer mom of the year that we should all be fired for, and I quote "implying she couldn't afford real plates to eat off of"
I am so glad I’m the “hot mess mom” rather than any of the other uppity moms. Soccer moms aren’t even the only type.Granola moms and the PTA moms are kind of annoying too. Though I think the PTA mom wouldn’t look down on free paper plates. They’d just ask for way more than you can realistically give them. -Abby